User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Riddle of the Lost Blade/@comment-26024035-20160423224013

The fox grins toothily at the stoat "An' what do we `ave `ere..." He takes on an amicable tone of voice, winking What's yer name, mate?"

The stoat's paws are bound. He looks warily at the fox, fear evident in his eyes "Me name's Groffer..."

"An' ye call me Verune..." He takes a step into the room, smiling pleasantly "Tell me a bit about yerself...I kin imagine it must've been tough, t' end up `ere, aye?"

Groffer does not take his eyes off of Verune as he steps into the room he is in. He gulps before telling his story "I was part o' a group o' other vermin like meself an' we attacked that red-bricked place with those mice in the funny lookin' clothes. We tried takin' their tapestry, but it was torn. Then we realized that we were losin', so we ran off. I'm not sure where me mates went, but I ran until I couldn't run any further. I was so exhausted that I fainted. I woke up an' found myself on a ship, which brought me 'ere."

The fox laughed at this, though by its harshness a perceptive creature could likely tell that it was anything but pleasant. Something kind and amusing and warmhearted, but merely a mirage for something far more sinister. Much like Captain Verune. The fox took a step closer, baring his teeth in a vicious smile of sharp yellow teeth accustomed to liquor and meat-tearing. "Ye don't happen t' have a piece o' that tapestry, do yah, mate?" He asked softly.